After 2:00 am with tomorrow a busy workday and I sit here doing little trivial things trying to convince myself to go to bed.
My problem is that I never want a day to end; each lost day is a lost battle against time. Day after day after day I lose, but it’s as though every day I’m convinced that this might be the first time I win—or at least force a draw.
I’d settle for that.
Also—enough with the liminality in my life. Something’s got to give. Either that or solidify.
I’d settle for either.
§ As you get older, the ghosts become more real than anything else.
§ Under the leaves, soil. Under the soil, stone. Under the stone, souls.
§ Radically empowering individuals in society may be the worst mistake we ever made.
§ Want to be a radical? Refuse to suffer. Then, wait for the assault.
§ Goodbye 2017, part two. (The real part.)
§ Sometimes you find home where you’ve never been—and you dwell where you aren’t.
§ The self can’t play Atlas for postmodernity because science is now supernatural.
§ Rehab is universal. So is history.
§ Identity, transcendence, and tactics.
§ Untitled. (a.k.a. Pretty faces, new old photos.)